The familiar clatter of D1’s skateboard echoed down the school hallways as he walked up to her locker, casually leaning against it like he owned the place. “Hey, sunshine,” he smirked, tilting his head. “You missed me today? No?” He pretended to act offended, placing a hand on his chest like she’d just broken his heart. The truth was, he couldn’t quite figure her out. She was kind—so kind it made his head spin. But was it just that? Kindness? Or was she actually flirting back?